This morning, I found an ear of deer corn dug into one of the pots…
Corona Virus Diary 23: Feeling Thankful
It is Thanksgiving and it is meet that I should count my blessings. Good Things and Silver Linings Despite the explosive rates of COVID infections, the disease has not breached our defenses. Nor has my Tattooed Boy fallen victim despite his return to his workplace. An...
Corona Virus Diary 22: Counting Ballots
November 3, midafternoon Election Day. I have distracted myself with gardening, grocery shopping, a little laundry. We are all anxious, unnerved. I can almost hear the scratch of pens, and the thunk of the machines ingesting ballots, at the polls. Analyses favor the...
Corona Virus Diary 21: Four Years Gone
As my Dear One and I strolled beneath blue October skies over gilded foliage, I asked if he thought Joe Biden would win the election. He said yes with a fair amount of confidence. I think Biden will prevail, myself. That is certainly my hope. A Democratic victory...
Corona Virus Diary 20: “Whenever the People are Well Informed”
“You know Bill Gates is trying to microchip all of us,” said the guy at the body shop when I was picking up my car. I honestly thought he was yanking my chain. We had just exchanged what I thought were joking words about information revealed by using my credit card. I...